It was a hot day in Minnesota. Helga hung the wash out to dry, put a
roast in the oven, then went downstairs to pick up some dry cleaning.
"Gootness, it's hot," she mused to herself as she walked down Main
street. She passed by a tavern and thought, "Vy nodt?" so she walked in
and took a seat at the bar.
The bartender came up and asked her what she would like to drink.
"Ya know," Helga said, "it is so hot I tink I'll have myself zee cold
beer."
The bartender asked, "Anheuser Busch?"
Helga blushed and replied... "Vell fine, tanks, und how's yer pecker?"
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